I hide shocking pink under grays
Muting wails and strumming metal, I wear silence
Bustling shoals of fish under the still deep blue
Bursting hail sleeping in calm cold clouds
Eye of a storm
Sky-bound I fail
Shackled by Promethean snakes
Undead I lie still
Quiet and unmoving
Under a bleached smile shroud
And coffins of unpronounced death.
Note: My sad poems have started again.